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Short Grandkid Poems

Short Grandkid Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Grandkid by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Grandkid by length and keyword.


Grandkins
grandma.. 
years now glisten there,
silvery streak in her hair,
truest, gentlest care..


grandpa..
to walk with grampop
is to hear the paved road laugh
at its unpaved half..


grandkid..
child of eternal now,
tomorrow's one sacred vow,
shows the way, shows how.....

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Categories: grandkid, family
Form: Tail-rhyme



Premium Member My Granddaughter's Dating
My granddaughter’s dating
   her phone call I’m not awaiting

For she is nearly as foolish as me
assuming grandpa never knew a thing or three
   about love, marriage and sexuality

Once you’ve the experience to lend good advice ~
   your grandkid consults Instagram and rolls the dice...

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Categories: grandkid, granddaughter, grandfather, irony, romance,
Form: Couplet
Kids and Tyler
He sings so sweetly, my puppies perk
Up their ears. They love my grandkid
As much as I do. Larry opened the door
And Tyler ran in. He asked me why my
Treadmill was dusty. I said it's nice
Outside, so I prefer to walk. Then he
Asked for a Coke. I said it's in the
Fridge. His daddy got him a blue cup.
Gary's explaining the new stuff on a
Computer Diedra gave me. Michelle's
Offices are like mine. She's like me....

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Categories: grandkid, family
Form: Narrative
Sunday Drive
Never thought I'd arrive
at the age of the Sunday Drive
Grandma did it
when I was a kid it
probably kept her alive

I was the driver on one of her last
needless to say, going too fast.
I touched her hand
said, "I understand,"
but I didn't, for soon she passed.

I've no particular fear of a drive on Sunday
But I sincerely hope I make it to Monday
The way my grandkid drives
I hope she survives
to bury me, like I did my grandma, some day....

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Categories: grandkid, grandmother, humor, nostalgia,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Calm Bomb
We thought the morning would be calm ~
Till daughter deployed the grandkid bomb.

The youngest makes a Wookiee noise,
And other sounds enjoyed by boys.

Greta's playing the matching game;
The floor: uncluttered before she came.

The oldest bikes through the garage;
Both it and he will soon need triage.

One's running, screaming, wants her "wadi",
And spending time on the potty.

But, midst the chaos and the mess,
I must admit that I'm pretty blessed....

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Categories: grandkid, grandchild,
Form: Crystalline




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